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“That felt good,” Sheila couldn’t stop saying it. “That felt soooo good.”
“Hey!” Randall complained. “You’re only supposed to be saying that about me.”
Sheila grabbed Randall and shoved his back against the rear wall of the fire station. He stopped complaining when she kissed him. The joy that coursed through her ran deep and hot and she poured it into the kiss.
His strong arms clamped tight around her just as they had that first night she’d climbed into his bed. Except now it wasn’t about being held—it was all about who was holding her.
“You don’t feel good, Randall,” she nibbled at his neck, making him squirm. “You feel incredible!”
He laughed at her crow of delight.
“Will you two cut it out?” Candace stuck her head out the back door of the equipment bay. “We can hear you right
